[He knows the phrase, words shared with him in a lifetime he had lived that no longer existed. A scholar of Sharlayan, a friend to him, a student all the same as he would become but a few years more advanced in her studies. The words struck him a chord with him then, having just recently come from a land and a people who shunned him for the unusual color of one of his eyes, the very reason he had packed his bag and bid his father farewell and traveled to learn what he could of a past his predecessors could no longer remember but for songs and tales that were as bedtime stories to a kit.]

[He hadn't put much stock in it then, only finding it curiously relevant to his own journey on a passing note. Now, hearing it from Emet, he wondered how much of that might ring true somewhere beyond ages. What did it mean for Emet's eyes, as liquid gold? What did it mean for Era's with her startling blue, or his own Warrior's who held a shade of blue in one but green in the other?]

[Did it mean anything at all beyond mere coincidence?]

[It merits some manner of research in his idle time, when he has a quiet moment to spare and indulge the historian within him, but those are still moments few and far between, less so now that he knows what pillar will sustain his crystalized form - though not how - and can use that energy to his advantage to study the world around him.]

By your words, that must have been a truth long ago, before the majority of your people were split and sundered. Were all of their eyes the very color of their souls, I wonder?